20.6.2024
I could tell you many stories But all of them are old And yet they speak of glories By the sacred sages told. But now its growing evening Of a life lived wholly through, When I leave no bereaving I would expect from you, For my love is all-embracing Beyond this body's shell, Its joy is interlacing With a world where all is well.
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